If you got a sweet tooth,You can taste my watermelonsIf the swing set bores youI can show you all my talentsI can wear a tail, like all the b-tches can'tYou can have all this, boy!And there's only one thing that I want from you

If the world starts freezing, I can make it hot and humidIf you get a bee-sting, I can suck out all the poisonI can make you last, like all the bitches can'tHave I made it clear, boy?There's only one thing that I want from you

I'm always fucking with youF-ck you for thinking it's trueI'm not like the things in this townThey make me blew in my mouthI wanna ride on your bikeCause you're the boy that I likeIt's like I oughta sell out for youBut your bikes are shiny and new

She's distracted, by my reflectors, man, I can tell the chick is attractedMy wheels spoke to her, my swing is a chick magnetBagging up chicks like a bag of chipsWith a bag of prophylactics as big as Mick Jagger lipsShagging's not something I'm a pro at, but I ain't practicing sh-tAllen, Iverson has safe sex, condoms are for practice, man, I skip practiceFlip backwards while I flip this bike on its banana seatMy fantasy is to have you f-ck with a cast tennisGot this bitch gagging, they call me the broad killerI'm the cousin of Godzilla'Cause I spit fire and my dick is draggin'Zig zaggin' up the avenue, pulling these chicks in my antagonistWaggin', screamin'